Although this blog is dedicated to some one dear to me but as being a human I must have a decent amount of selfishness so I think that eventually it will be all about Me,ME and only ME.....BUHAHAHA

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Some steam

I’ve written I post few days ago and I was about to put it on my blog but I decided not to since it contained “SCENES OF EXTREME VIOLENCE AND GORE” and I’ve decided to replace it with this peace…

Iraqi I am and this is my lifeYou live by the rules you die by a knifeOnce I walked with head held highNow in the shadows I crawl and lieCheap as a dogs my life does worthWherever I go east, west, south or northBut you know what? I no more careWhen facing death in his eyes I stareWatching people die, more numb I growNot knowing when I’m next in the death rowEvery day death I do cheatSome times I think death is a bitter sweetI live in Iraq yet I don’t feel like homeBetween a shootout and an exploding bombOnce they said “keep head high for an Iraqi you are”But now I hold it down to hide my scar…Now I hold it down to hide my scar.

42 comments:

Kyubai, your poem speaks very clearly to me of the desperation and sense of loss that many Iraqi people must be feeling.

I just had a crazy idea. What if a group of Iraqi poets could get together and write and post poems all over Baghdad. It could be like a gorilla attack of poetry. The mission would be to instill hope and combat dispair. Maybe you could post some anonymous poems around your neighborhood. People would talk among themselves and wonder who is the anonymous poetic bandit. :)

I hope you will not give up Kyubai! The world needs good people like you in it. Stay safe my friend.

David: thank u for your kind feelings… well as I’ve mentioned I’m not a poet so it is up to the real poets to inflame the feelings of the masses and the piece I’ve written was based on how I feel rather than on how poetry is written. About your idea of a bandit poet I just want to remind u that I still live in Baghdad so applying this idea is kinda suicidal since as people see me hanging pieces of papers (and they will since the option of going out at night is not available) they r not all educated or even have a brain but your idea is very applicable in college but unfortunately I’ve detached myself from college for the time being.

I am sure you are right Kyubai about the dangers of trying to be a bandit poet. I guess that I tend to think more in idealistic rather than realistic terms sometimes. Maybe Baghdad needs a ninja poet who can move through the night nearly invisibly leaving his Haikus where many people will see them. :) If only super heros really existed!